The dream was set in a lush forest, a friendly forest. I was a young boy (although I'm a female) and my heart went out to this old good-sized rugged gray scrappy looking mutt dog that only had two legs - one in front and one in back so it hopped around. There were other young dogs in the forest that loved to race. And, the race was known through the forest as the big race. The old dog would watch and was eager in its heart to join the race. I then saw that I was the dog too. So, somehow I was the boy and the dog at the same time. The young boy was set on getting the dog to race and finish the race somehow. The dog was gentle and I could see that it had gone through some pretty tough things in life, yet it still had a good heart and wouldn't die without trying to finish the race. That is when I awoke and I sensed the word "Shiloh" like from the book Shiloh but also the godly word Shiloh.

Yeah, I guess I do. I've been beset with health issues the last 4 years, this last year being the worst -with many narrow escapes at death's door. Life as I knew it stopped this last year and it is all I can do to get my kids off to school - my husband does everything else. Age 42 is around the corner and I can barely function. I don't want to leave my 11 year old and 4 year old without a mom. The physical pain is daunting and I cry out to the Lord everyday. I started out strong in faith a few years ago standing on Is. 53:5, but has time has come and gone and health issues have snowballed, I'm left wondering if this is my time to go home.